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As he stood,Carlo

"Poor Carlo loves me," said she "HE is not stern and distant to

his friends; and if he could speak, he would not be silent"

As she patted the dog's head, bending with native grace before his

young and austere low rise to that master's face

I saw his solemn eye melt with sudden fire, and flicker with

resistless emotion Flushed and kindled thus, he looked nearly as

beautiful for a man as she for a woman His chest heaved once, as

if his large heart, weary of despotic constriction, had expanded,

despite the will, and orous bound for the attainment of

liberty But he curbed it, I think, as a resolute rider would curb

a rearing steed He responded neither by word nor entle advances made him

"Papa says you never co up "You are quite a stranger at Vale Hall He is alone

this evening, and not very well: will you return with me and visit

him?"

"It is not a seasonable hour to intrude on Mr Oliver," answered St

John